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Futility and churches plague this city

With pointless morales, you stand pointing

An unpointed point, dig heels into ground

And yell "This is me!" to meet the sound

Of the silence we hear. We've lost our pity

And believe you could not be disappointing.

His standards are high and reason are few

Be patient, go gray, stay fleeting and hollow

For the half promise you chose to follow

You will not listen, what I say is not new.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/127no4i/a_razorblade_memoir/jefa2wo?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3 . https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/127jdls/statues_dont_write_poetry/jef98h7?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

edit: spacing